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I see through the veil of time |
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I see the threads spun by the maidens |
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I see light where others see but darkness |
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I see the future as I've lived the past |
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Oh, Bructerian prophetess |
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Foresight is what we seek |
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Visions of times to come |
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Will the gods deal us defeat? |
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Will we dine in the other world |
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Or live yet another day |
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As free men, unchained |
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Liberated from their rule? |
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Sleep is dreaming of times to come |
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While I dream, weavers are waking |
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The rope they wind is what I know |
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Through my wisdom, truth is told |
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I see victory at hand |
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I see their inglorious defeat |
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I see ravens circling |
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I see them feasting on their meat |
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The time had come to seek our fate, |
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to rule or die for this land |
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With sword in hand, we rage on |
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Storm of steel; a sea of blood |
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Sword dew drenched the soil |
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as the dance of blades went on |
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Hear the cries of those subdued |
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Harvest of eagles and wolves |
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Sleep is dreaming of times to come |
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While I dream, weavers are waking |
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The rope they wind is what I know |
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Through my wisdom, truth is told |